The point behind writing 'Snippets' is to write regularly,and if possible,everyday.The world looks stagnant.The weather's getting cold.Carrying a stole has become a must.Fans are no longer operational.It is turning cold.
Mid October and it's hard to get out of bed.It's gloomy and dormant.Running less on hope and awaiting a miracle that might elongate the stay back here.The deciding day has materialized.The last month has toppled the world upside-down.The monotony has been overcome by daily summons.Input was provided.The quality could have been better even though perfection is a myth.
One doesn't have much in hands.It's tough here.Cloaked in cozy cocoons,we've let the time pass.Now,the cloaks are not here.They have disappeared like the spilling water out of a fallen glass.There,but not meant for you.
It looks cold.
Is it cold?
Or is it another insightful mind,fantasizing?
me too waiting for winters
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